The other day I was wrong about the weather. It did get sunny and warm. Today, though, the weather report is clouds all day and a high of 50˚. The rain is due tomorrow.

When I look out my window to the backyard, all I can see are bare branches still waiting for buds. The backyard is stuck in winter drab. When I go to the car, I can see the front garden in all its glory, a glory of colors. I can see purples, mauves and pinks. I see the yellow of daffodils and the bright yellow forsythia buds almost ready to bloom. I see spring.

I don’t remember seeing spring flowers when I was a kid. I remember buds on trees and bright green leaves. I also remember arguing with my mother that a spring jacket was plenty warm enough. Winter layers were coming off a layer at a time but not fast enough for me. I was willing to feel a bit cold on my walk to school. Even if my lips had turned blue, I’d tell my mother it was warm enough for my spring jacket.

Henry and Jack are beside me on the couch. This is Henry’s quiet time. Jack has several quiet times. He moves from the couch cushion to the chair to the table or to the top of the couch where I keep an afghan just for him. Jack can sleep anywhere. This morning I greeted Gwen, patted her and and gave her some treats. I’m going to change the litter as I’m going to the dump when I finish here. Look how much I have to look forward to later today. This will be my third day out this week tying my record of a couple of weeks ago.

Yesterday I fed my body and soul. I went to the used book store, Parnassus, and to Nancy’s Candies. I bought Easter candy at half price at Nancy’s and two books, one a cookbook of food from Bali and the other a Clive Cussler, at Parnassus. When I got home, I opened the Peeps so they can get stale, and I settled on the couch where I read the cookbook and ate half a chocolate rabbit, ears first. When I was a kid, there is no way any bit of a chocolate rabbit would have been saved for later. Yesterday afternoon, the adult in me held sway.